Genre: Supernatural
Rating: K plus
Summary: Kylo may think he knows Rey, but she's managed to hide her secret well.
Running.
Pulse pounding, bare feet slapping the cold metal of Bespin's Cloud City. Luke's ghost had told her about this place - how he'd been told the secret that would seal his and the galaxy's fates together. Perhaps she had had no family secret, but if hers got out, the fallout wouldn't be half as gentle as Luke's.
A deep-seated heat was building inside her. Fire seemed to flicker across the walls. Her clothes, thank the Force, were loose and cool - black baggy shirt and pants. Perhaps, this time, she wouldn't alienate everyone around her. She'd learned to control it, use it, bottle it up for the determined pressure that got her through her crazy life.
Somehow, she managed to make it to an isolated stretch of balcony. She tried hard to lock the doors, make sure there was no-one around, but it was too late. Smoke was rising from her panting breaths.
With a cry of both agony and anger, she leaned over the railing and unleashed a torrent of flames from her open mouth.
Sorry I'm late - I ran short on access and ideas.
